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[Intro: Chip-Fu] One, two, and you don't stop You know what I'm sayin'?We got everybody in the house You know what I'm sayin'?We gon' set it up like this Yeah, don't stop, yeah dont We got Fu-Schnicks, in the house We got 40-Love, is in the house And we got Komregular, is in the house And we got B-Fyne, is in the house And we got Black Sheep, is in the house You know what I'm sayin'? We gon' start it off Like this, yo yo, yo [Chorus] On the left, start it On the right, start it (Yeah!) On the left, start it (C'mon, c'mon) On the right, start it Check it out, check it, check it out Check it out, check it, check it out Check it out, check it, check it out Check it out, check it, check it out [Verse 1: Moc Fu] Yo, mine's to be the final coalition, Fu-track Facts to get fat, McFu is all waxed Combined with the Asian, sounds of one man Brand of a new way, save unto one strand The oriental sea, COPD Texas you can wax this unified tree I think not, never, clubbing under the weather Flow, but I go, through all types of endeavors Get props when I rock, out like ghosts Flow with the most, holy Miki was the host So 40, chillin' like champagne Get on the mic and synchronize your game [Verse 2: 40-Love] Yo, one to the two, to the three, to the four All I gotta do is walk through the fucking door Just like Air Jordan anytime I score After this I think I go to the store To get a cool one to cool my throat I think I deserve it for the last note Getting kinda chilly let me get my coat Instead of on a jet yo it's time to boat So give me a spliff not some coke and a smile Rather go back while I do a little freestyle If I flip the script might have to go to trial Tell the judge, yo, drop the crack vow So I fuck it up on the one and the two Next up, my brother Kung-Fu [Verse 3: Kung-Fu] From the temple of the mind, check the style against the vine Lunch, lyrics from my tongue, into flesh like a gun Let it loose with a lip, ease it off, kinda swift Watch it flow through my lips, dodge the girls and hook the dips Reel them in like fifth, hook it up on a dip Or a clatter, then a splatter, your guts in the gutter Burn your souls like rubber, ring out like thunder I got more tricks than a kid, boy, wonder [Verse 4: Dres] I sit in the lump ever, and in the front it won't take twice And at the end of it all all you can say is Dres is nice Brothers, base my personality, but get off to triple D Cause I stand out like a nigga on a 51 Harvard team (I don't care!) Got my style when your girls hear ya so I'm wildin' With your teeth you shouldn't be smilin', displeased I'll be on the island Like the gab in a rehab, comin' real when I talk Do so much time for murderin' rhymes, I kick my balls when I walk Touchin' my style, too much thought that would take up Sometimes you try to dream about it, get dissed and wake up So let me do what I do, and I do what I do with the Fu I'm rippin' shit from here until your mother's names on broke [Chorus] On the left start it On the right, start it On the left, start it On the right, start it Check it out, check it, check it out Check it out, check it, check it out Check it out, check it, check it out Check it out, check it, check it out Check it out, check it, check it out [Verse 5: Poc-Fu] Yo, call me crazy, insane, loony, a wacko I know I'm out of shape, so yo, I think I hit Jacko Lane, I buy myself a solo flex Nah, I'd rather chill rockin' polo specs Packin' honey, the China Doll's a girl with cheese Eatin' curry chicken with some rice and peas I got the fever, nah, I'm sick of my brain I got a love for rap, Like Tarzan has for Jane Wacky wafer, Jeepers, oh darn heck I'm getting wrecked, on this track, goonie goo goo, where's the Zulu I'm freaky, very sneaky, yo, don't think I'm talkin' caca Yo, let's watch a girl we're not supposed to mind but check her outcha [Verse 6: B-Fyne] I only got time to be fine for 12 bars Ari is the one, so here I come, here I come The sun from the east is everlasting But I'm no lifesaver, slutty one who's not a neighbor Flavor I flaunt, in the phone family Fu-schnickin format And trick will look competitive like the format None should try, come test, it left secret With a blue-blue vest, But nevertheless, you'll get wet Not by aqua, but by outburst off pre- Rehearsed lyrics, Long-lip velocity, there's no stoppin' me Unless the time is up, what the fuck What do you know, what do you know, here I go, here I go [Verse 7: E-Reck] Pre-D-Vine, don't you know that I'm E-Reck, I'm wrecked, I drink my vodka with some lime Many minds, the coalition combines Breakin' MC's motherfuckin' spines (Ooooohhh) The newest of the 90s, you wanna follow, come behind me Big a nine, in the hand of a trigger stand, try me Stymie, another rascal, you're so tiny Sixin' up your mind, spank ya little girl behindies Flexin' like a bicep, it's better, larger than a tricep Get a little closer, I'ma flip you like a decept [Verse 8: Chip-Fu] I read it, don't think it's about type of it's a Chip-Fu, yes, to drop a topic Read it, it's uncorrect, copy it, don't think MC's can stop it I'm flippin' these difficult dialects and record the distractions in the new sun Flippin' these difficult dialects and record the distractions in the new sun Give me the microphone news, don't be keeping the crowd, so I'm with their own tone Which is me C-H-I-P, so crew come follow me I'm flippin' the lyrical raps, I'm keepin' yes and step Mashin', guessing, trashin' MC's to the left Off the stage, when I'm on the razor, gaze to the phrase, that makes me feel proud Then it's in the crowd, we actin' in our fashion, short, out loud Didn't remember when I pick up the pen to put this rhyme down I didn't believe for a minute, this is how the rhyme is hard But it might be better if I really don't get the crowd to hear my lips I don't put together song that with a little funky rap, and sometimes don't put a rhyme My lyrics are precise, yes, and twice as nice How the other man went, with the mistakes in the mics, and I'm pussy old